CHAPTER 15
The two wizards reined in their horses on the crest of a small rise. The terrain had become more rolling in the last three days, and there was a blur on the western horizon that Zandaril claimed was their first glimpse of the Lang Nor mountains, the Red Wall.
Penrys was trying out the small chestnut gelding in her new string. She leaned far forward over her horse’s neck and scratched the sweaty spot on his forehead that always seemed to itch.
“Isn’t there supposed to be some little, insignificant river around here someplace? Where’s it hiding?”
“About twenty more miles that way, then we’ll turn northwest and follow it another six days or so to Seguchi Norwan.” Zandaril pointed due west. “Chang took us straight across the prairie from Jonggep to cut off a big curve—that’s why
